Me: “What do you want to do before we head back to Texas?”
Bode: “Go skiing!”
Naturally, he says this when we are at the beach.
We checked the weather forecasts. We checked the slope conditions. It’s late in the season, so our best bet was to drive 8 hours closer to the South Pole*.
Eight hours later, we were in the snow.
*I expect this phrase will be repeated for some reason during Bode’s teenage years. As in, “Your father and I once drove you 8 hours closer to the South Pole just so…”